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I don't pretend to understand the way that weather works, but isn't it messed up that some African wind can totally bake an entire country? Or that the polar wind can breeze into town and provide a few days of odd sweater weather? I hate the fact that it's mid-June and I'm already wiping sweat from my brow. The worst part may just be Spain's lack of air conditioning in public places.

I enter the metro station at 7:30 a.m. and it's like walking into a microwave. Won't the train explode if it overheats? A few days ago, in what was clearly a heat-induced fit, I left the house to buy an air conditioning. After a hard-won battle, good sense finally triumphed and I returned home empty handed.

The silver lining is that I'll be headed to camp pretty soon. After a kinda weird and stressful summer with the kids before, I accepted the offer to return to camp with hesitation but realizing that, like so many other things, camp is what you make of it. If I enter it pouring pressure and stress into every moment, I'm gonna finish twittering and possibly with a few dead children on my hands. I accepted. And then I found out that neither the English Coordinator (friend Maria) nor the second-in-command (roommate Cathy) will be able to return this year. In an odd "if the entire government blows up, who becomes President?" scenario, I became the English coordinator kinda by default. This means more money and more poolside quality time. I've been downloading episodes of Desperate Housewives in preparation for my freetime. From what I gather, my job will consist of punishing naughty children (which I'm so good at), solving teacher problems, doing arts and crafts, uh, swimming, uh.... eating cake? From there it gets a little hazy.